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[kodapi]

    ❝ Then I'll take those stories, if you're offering. It isn't often I get to hear about life on the inside of a prison; most wouldn't care to tell me, for obvious reasons. ❞

     ‹ Even with Simon's disposition, Shuuji seemed unwavering in his curiosity and desire to stay put until his welcome was utterly worn out. No sane person would risk it, yet here Shuuji was without a care in the world — or maybe he did care and had a funny way of showing it. Just as Simon's gaze hadn't torn away, neither had Shuuji's as he observed the prosecutor's face idly with a lopsided smile on his lips. ›

    ❝ I'll leave it to you to pick the story, if you even want to share any. I imagine they're quite personal and more than likely aren't kind memories, so I'd get it if you decided not to actually recount them. ❞

a part of simon feels suddenly tempted to check in on his greatest enemy -- see if the phantom has somehow managed a prison break in the last few days . or maybe he could just deconstruct why the prospect of someone wanting to be friendly with him is so frightening ? no . no , he'll stop by the penitentiary on his way into work tomorrow . that's much easier . ( well , at least if he's going to be paranoid , he can be funny about it in his internal monologue . )

" you don't believe in my reputation , and yet would seek me out because of it . how peculiar . " the smirk he wears is hard to decipher . wry , maybe ? untrusting , certainly . perhaps the inscrutability is the point . " my reputation is well - earned . unless you're interested in my tales from the clink , i have no conversation to offer you . "

his dark eyes haven't left shuuji .

[kodapi]

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[kodapi]

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[kodapi]

The home is dark when Shuuji returns. Stood within the center of the room is one fuzzy robe-clad prosecutor with a cat held within his arms, several bagged and boxed gifts stationed around, and dorky rose petals scattered around. When Shuuji returns and cuts the lights on, Miles makes an ATTEMPT at being loud, but it falls awkwardly flat, emerging as a silly "H-Happy Birthday, beloved!"

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     ‹ One did not need volume to truly catch Shuuji unawares; most of the time, it was the quietest parts that would land the deepest in his heart. Their text conversations had up to that point been entirely normal; nothing was amiss with Miles' behavior, and at this point seeing that he had chosen to forgo work for the day did not entirely surprise him. They both were hard working men dedicated to their crafts who deserved the breaks every now and then, and Shuuji wasn't going to ever pry into Miles' reasons for the slower pace. This time though he would receive an answer even if he was not actively looking for one, and what an answer it was! ›

     ‹ The moment he flicked the lightswitch on and saw what awaited him, he could not help but suck in a gasp as his eyes widened in delighted shock. Even Momohime leaping out of Miles' arms to rub against her other human's legs, he could not seem to snap out of the daze until realization crashed against him fully. The door was swiftly closed and locked as always, and the two men would not remain apart for long as Shuuji rushed to embrace Miles close — as close as his strength could comfortably allow, anyways. It was enough to keep them flush together, the prosecutor's face peppered with kisses as Shuuji loosened a breathless little chuckle between each one. ›

    ❝ Miles! ❞ ‹ he finally managed out after he gave himself just enough time to breathe. › ❝ Oh Miles... Was the mission to make my heart leap out of my chest and right into your hands? Because you've quite succeeded! ❞

     ‹ At some point Shuuji had moved to claim Miles' hands in his own uncovered ones, careful to cradle them in a way that kept the skin away from any of his joints, so that he could bring them up to his cheeks. Once both of Miles' palms cupped those warm cheeks of Shuuji's, the detective would beam bright towards his partner and practically melt right into those hands. ›

    ❝ I completely forgot what today was... and you've gone above and beyond what I would have ever expected anyways. Just spending time with you, being able to love you, is a unique and cherished gift in its own right. Yet you still went out of your way to gather some gifts, decorate around, and even surprise me when I walked in the door! Oh, koibito... my dearest Miles! I can't wait to see what you've got planned... but I do have one wish. I want to be able to sit down and lavish you in sweet kisses and cuddles later, if you're not too exhausted by then! ❞

     « @tenebriism »

[kodapi]

He truly wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this without Trucy’s help, the week long plotting and scheming between the two of them having been quite the trial to overcome with Shuuji’s perceptive eye around them at near all times. They had managed to get the place decorated in the middle of the night, ready for a morning surprise where the day would be nothing but Shuuji and only Shuuji. Gifts in the form of a shiny new mug shaped like a shiba’s head, an ornate picture frame lined with lotus blossoms that held a family portrait, and a new pack of Steel Samurai trading cards waited for the detective to discover on the kitchen counter.

A cake would be made later in the day, together, as an activity for them to enjoy, though food would be ordered from Shuuji’s favorite place. All in all, it was his day— whatever he wanted to do, they would.

“Happy Birthday, honeyblossom~” And Phoenix would not leave a single second without reminding the other of how much he loved him through kisses and embraces.

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     ‹ The way Trucy had ushered her second daddy to bed did strike him as a little strange, in retrospect, but she was so gleeful about it, he wasn't going to even question it. ›

     ‹ The past week, those two were up to something, but it did not strike him as malicious. They as a family knew never to keep secrets that were actively harmful; if something needed to be said, it would have been said. So to see them dramatically playing the fool or trying to redirect him, he played along with it all in anticipation of trying to unravel their little "game;" this time, though, he looked everywhere but where he needed to — the days that were ticking down to one very special date. ›

     ‹ Shuuji should have been tipped off when Trucy was all giggles and smiles trying to get Shuuji to put the work down and go to bed. Normally it would be with hints of concern, a desire to see him healthy and hale, but today he could see the corners of her lips perked up higher than usual, those eyes of hers glittering with anticipation, on the heels of Phoenix's brighter mood the hours prior. So be obliged, and was out like a light soon after. ›

     ‹ It made the next morning feel so much more special. Shuuji truly had forgotten what day it was, so to wake up to such a surprise was enough to knock the wind out of him. That little mug was immediately put on its maiden voyage with some coffee that morning, the card pack excitedly opened with him gushing over each card that he pulled from it — even offering some to Trucy as he had duplicates, if she so wished — and that frame had been very carefully packed away to later journey to Shuuji's office desk whenever he got there. Not today, though. ›

     ‹ Today, he spent time with his family, with the friends from his agency showing up at some point to spend a couple hours with the Wright-Koda household and add their own gifts into the pile. They were wise though and made sure not to overstay, letting the trio delve right into baking that cake and enjoying some food from one of Shuuji's favourite street vendors — an older couple who absolutely doted on Trucy and Phoenix the instant they recognized who those two were to Shuuji. ›

     ‹ The whole day the two men had shared little kisses and touches, but it was later that evening that they could properly collapse into the sofa together and embrace one another for more than a few minutes, fresh off of indulging in the homemade cake and exhausted from the thrill of the day. ›

    ❝ I never knew how nice this could really be, ❞ ‹ he confessed with a soft chuckle as his face nestled up under his partner's jaw. › ❝ I never thought of my birthday as something special, but you both proved me quite wrong. And... I'm glad you did. Thank you, my boundlessly beautiful koibito... my Phoenix, my sunlight... ❞

     ‹ To say Phoenix was getting peppered in kisses for the next couple hours was an understatement. ›

[kodapi]

"For your special day of birth," Zenos begins, as he steps back and spreads his arms, "You may use me utilize me as a target. Be as fierce and as unrelenting as you desire, my dearest Shuuji."

... is this a gift for Shuuji, or a gift for them BOTH? Likely the latter, but that is not all Zenos has arranged for his beloved. Later, a massage awaits him, a hot bath at a nearby spring, and as much attention and proximity as Shuuji desires. Whatever he wants, Zenos shall make it happen, no matter how much gil ( or bloodshed ) is required.

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     ‹ The invitation made Shuuji raise a brow in intrigue at first; Zenos willing to simply take the hits? It was a fascinating offer to be certain, but as he mulled something over his lips would begin to draw into a bright, warm smile. This was then followed by his axe being drawn as though he would take up lashing the body he so loved, and yet he paused to say one little sentence: ›

    ❝ Then draw your weapon, and don't hold back. ❞

     ‹ There was that look — that eager, anticipating look that welcomed Zenos to completely go all out. It was not satisfactory to just use Zenos as a punching bag, absolutely not; the beauty in his partner was in the way he fought, the way sweat and blood clung to his skin and turned silken curtains of hair into damp fabric that only accented his physical appearance. Zenos was best enjoyed with blood pumping wildly through him, every clash of steel a complete toss-up on if it the next blow would strike true or be caught again. ›

     ‹ It would make their subsequent bath and dinner together so much more satisfying, able to melt into Zenos as the heated waters dragged every inch of fatigue from his muscles, every droplet of blood and sweat from their weary, bandaged skin. It would make the small desserts acquisitioned later taste so much more pleasantly sweet, knowing they both would moments later be tucked up against each other and drifting off to slumber. ›

     ‹ It truly would be a gift for them both. ›

     « @tenebriism »

[kodapi]

                    » Despite all that has happened, you're still here. «

    「 I didn't have time to do a really nice pic for him this year, but today is Shuuji's birthday! He's the OC I've had the longest at over 10 years now, so I wanted to start actually doodling more holiday/birthday art of him. ^^ 」

[kodapi]

He wasn't sure what was going on though he had overheard Yui say something about a birthday as the cub hid under Shuuji's desk. He could see Yui head in and out bringing in a few decorations here and there which gave Simba an idea.

"Pst!" the cub hissed from under the desk. Shuuji was soon given a stapler that the cub had managed to swipe from the office next door which was a pretty easy grab if he did say so himself. "Happy Birthday!" Simba said with a smile.

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     ‹ The sound of the lion cub he had taken in to shelter made the detective cast his gaze down, curious what Simba had planned for today. The young Simba had been staying here at the offices for a while now at Shuuji's behest, despite the grumblings of his landlord falling on deaf ears due to the strings he pulled to legally keep the cub around, and every day was made far more exciting for it. ›

     ‹ Shuuji was going to ask what Simba had procured to play along with him, but it was presented as a birthday gift before he could get the words out. Instead of an inquiry, Simba would receive a laugh and a ruffle of his hand along the top of the cub's head. ›

    ❝ Why thank you! How did you know I needed a new one? ❞ ‹ Only the smallest of white lies; his was getting worn out from all the use it endured, but it wasn't in dire straights just yet. › ❝ I'll make sure it gets used for all my important papers, because you went through all that trouble to get it for me! ❞

     « @sixba »

[kodapi]

                    » Despite all that has happened, you're still here. «

    「 I didn't have time to do a really nice pic for him this year, but today is Shuuji's birthday! He's the OC I've had the longest at over 10 years now, so I wanted to start actually doodling more holiday/birthday art of him. ^^ 」

[kodapi]

                   [ Continued from ✎ || @gambledfate ]

    ❝ Oh he's got respect for you. It's that Northern English kind of verbiage, but he respected how well you threw those punches. Something about he hasn't had a proper bar fight in years. So of course I wanted to meet the guy who gave my buddy a black eye and got glowing, sweary praise in turn. ❞

[kodapi]

"I did nothing wrong!! Is this about the barfight yesterday? I mean.."

( @gambledfate )

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    ❝ Frankly, I'm just here because I'm curious about what went down. One of my friends were there and talked a storm about it — maybe you fought him? Scrawny Northern British guy, tousled brown hair down to the jaw, circular glasses? Probably ungodly loud when provoked? ❞

     « @gambledfate »

[kodapi]

    「 I'm still around! My birthday is coming up next week though so I'm just bracing and prepping for it, hence my silence. I'll get some posts out soon! 」

[kodapi]

Shuuji is so close, and he's... so nervous because of it. His heart beats fast, his palms sweating. He knows not what this feeling is -- he has not experienced it in some time, but fears it is the very same thing from when he last remembers it.

Not good. Not good at all.

Lord Edgeworth raises a trembling hand to adjust the collar 'round his neck that suddenly felt too tight, and clears his throat. " Are we... almost done here? "

     [ Promptless Asks || Always Accepting ]

     ‹ It had began as a fitting session. The master tailor had been summoned to bring a couple pieces of outerwear to dress the lord in, both to gauge their fit and to recommend one to be worn later that night at a gathering. Only the most immaculate and flattering garments were to be worn with the expectations that it would assist Lord Edgeworth in securing a wife to wed once and for all. ›

     ‹ This did mean Shuuji had to draw quite close and let his gloved, strong hands brush along parts of his superior's body to sit fabric down or fasten parts up. Had the other not spoken up, Shuuji would not have thought twice about this other than it just being another moment he would have to swallow down and never indulge in. The way Lord Edgeworth cleared his throat caught his attention in particular, as did the way the collar had to be adjusted. ›

    ❝ Nearly, ❞ ‹ he would remark as his fingers drew up to touch along the other's collar to judge the cloth's tightness. › ❝ But I must make certain this outfit will be equal parts comfortable and stylish, and I can see that the former has not been wholly met. Is... aught amiss? Have I made it a touch too small? Please Miles, do speak freely, so I can make it perfect. ❞

     ‹ A rookie mistake, if he did. He swore the measurements were right, the fabric even cut to allow a little more room in order to properly indulge in meals. Surely, it had to be some fault of his work, as to consider any other possibility was entirely out of the question. The lord was not ill by what any had observed, and even the smallest sliver of a notion that Miles could harbour anything other than purely business feelings between them had been quashed ages ago. ›

     ‹ Shuuji was no noble. As deeply as his heart desired, there would be no earthly way to chase those feelings, not unless they were by some miracle reciprocated. Instead, he filled that pining gap in his heart with focus on his work, on the smile he would sometimes see Miles wear with those outfits, and the comfort he could bring to the lord's life. ›

     ‹ These things would simply never be experienced at Miles' side, that was all. ›

[kodapi]

"Wow. Lord Edgeworth looks... different today. Has he changed his hair, I wonder?"

"Not his hair--- it must be a new pair of spectacles. They sit differently upon the nose."

"No, no, you are both incorrect. I do not think any of us have laid eyes on that outfit before. In fact, has he not completely changed his wardrobe, as of late? I had heard he employed a new tailor, but that this newcomer should cause such a notable change... why, it is no wonder Lord Edgeworth has made his presence known more often as of late."

"Who is this new tailor? I wonder if he may work a miracle and bestow upon the Lord enough confidence to finally seek a wife."

"A wife?"

"A wife!"

"... Lord Edgeworth?"

"Is that not who we are discussing?"

"... yes, indeed, but... well. Nevermind. I do not know his tailor's identity, but it could easily be unearthed. We are at Lord Edgeworth's estate, after all. We need only pull a servant or two aside."

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     ‹ A strong hand held a thin needle in between powerful fingers as it was guided through a measured pinch of fabric, thread drawn almost-taut but not quite. The motion repeated again just a hair below, and again and again. A dutiful tailor with efforts wholly focused on this new overcoat, marrying fabrics and leathers and soft, plush animal wool for warmth between the layers. The rumours that filled the air of the abode around him did not bother him one bit; he was merely content that his work was enjoyed. ›

    ❝ ... And then if I... ❞ ‹ A small bit of tailor's chalk was brought up to mark a spot where he could see some alteration being necessary to let the coat sit just right on the lord's flattering frame, emphasis on the upper torso in all angles his ultimate goal. Even if this were to only be donned for a short while, he wanted it to be perfect. ›

    ❝ Excuse me, Master Koda? ❞

     ‹ The sound of another voice perked him up and he glanced over his shoulder, both arms laxed to allow a better look at the young woman that had entered. ›

    ❝ Yes, how may I help you? ❞ ‹ asked the tailor with a kind smile as he watched the servant bow her head. ›

    ❝ Lord Edgeworth... Has it been your wares he dons these days? ❞

    ❝ Oh, perhaps, ❞ ‹ Shuuji would chuckle softly as he offered her a small nod. › ❝ I cannot ascertain whether or not his wardrobe consists of all my creations, nor would I mind if it did not. When he commissions me, I pour my heart into what I craft for him; that's all I know to be true. ❞

     ‹ The servant's eyes scanned his face a bit before they flitted away, a soft oh curling her lips for a moment before she nodded her head, thanked the tailor for his time, and departed. It was an odd interaction, but he didn't see the harm in being honest. Now that his attention was fully returned to him, he could continue with the coat he was deep into working on, bringing it up to rest on a mannequin resembling the lord to assess every little inch of the piece for any faults before it was returned to the table for another round of chalk. ›

     ‹ Hopefully this lovely winter coat would help Lord Edgeworth turn some more heads, and perhaps bolster the lord's confidence as well. He truly was a beautiful man... Oh, if only Shuuji were a noble. ›

[kodapi]

What had been the biggest contributor, one might ask? Between the already comforting safety of Shuuji's home and the adorable, fluffy cat that came with it, a true answer will likely never be given. Miles can only confirm that he'd been just fine -- rather energetic, even, at the prospect of seeing his beloved today -- up until he'd actually sat down and the weight of the workday smacked him clear in the face. Momohime had taken up residence in his lap, purring like a motor that felt more like a lullaby right now as he slowly, surely, drifted off to sleep.

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     ‹ Work had kept him overlong tonight. Between a stakeout, arrest, and the paperwork that came with both he could not just simply take home with him to complete for tomorrow, the private investigator had been kept away for far too long. Of course Miles was kept up to date as the night rolled on, eventually getting that exciting text that Shuuji peppered with dramatic verbiage that his team would shoulder the rest of the work to let the poor, anxious bastard go home. It was the least they could do for their boss, who was still getting used to learning how to reign these emotions in. ›

     ‹ The whole ride home was marked with antsy little finger taps on the steering wheel, compulsory chatter to himself in his native tongue about what he should make for dinner and what kind of wine sounded good with it — at least from what he recalled of Miles' knowledge he'd dutifully kept in mind so far, anyways. It was meant to keep him focused on one topic at a time, keep his mind clear of any other distractions until he was able to park in his little driveway. ›

     ‹ Never had he so swiftly and smoothly removed himself from his vehicle, even at a job site; he'd long bounded away from the car when the door was shut, the key fob the only reason it was able to be fully locked by the time the front door was unlocked and worked open. It was all a blur, up until that door was closed and he observed a silence in the house that he had begun to recognize; whenever Momohime was not trilling and merping in the distance, it meant she was quite occupied in a certain someone's lap. A lack of his voice as well meant another detail: silence would be golden here to not disturb the other. ›

     ‹ It was shoes off with careful steps about the house until his eyes had caught the sight he was so anxiously ready to see; there was Miles curled up on the couch, their shared feline princess tucked up on his lap with a face of comfortable victory. The visuals alone made his heart flutter, enough so to make him briefly forget that he was permitted to draw closer. Only when he finally got over the initial daze did he close the gap to sit beside his other half, a hand rose to sweetly brush those silvery bangs from Miles' face as Shuuji watched on in unfiltered, abundant adoration. This sight was one of his koibito — his lover, his world, his everything — so relaxed enough that he had drifted off into such a blissful slumber. ›

    ❝ ... Oh, Miles... ❞ ‹ came Shuuji gentle whisper, one so quiet that even a pin drop could drown it out. ›

     ‹ The detective had thought to throw the coat he still had on across them both, but that elicited a far better idea — why a coat, when he could silently slide a small compartment under the sofa ajar to grab a blanket that might even rival Momohime's own fluffiness? To add on to that, a softer-than-a-cloud pillow to ensure Miles' neck and body did not contort in painful ways. The pillow was slid into place using as little movement as possible, the blanket then thrown over both of their bodies as Shuuji drew near to wrap Miles in a firm, sweet embrace. ›

     ‹ There was one more thing Shuuji had to do before he would allow himself to drift off however: no close cuddle was complete without a affectionate kiss to the forehead, and a slow, needy little bury of Shuuji's face into Miles' neck. ›

     ‹ Now he was content, and now the two men and their fluffy little feline could rest away the night in peace. ›

[kodapi]

    ❝ That's exactly why I want to speak to you over everyone else, ❞ ‹ Shuuji would reply with a small nod towards the other. › ❝ You would have the most interesting things to say, and wouldn't just agree with me for the sake of it. ❞

     ‹ That small feeling in the back of his skull, however, was definitely another reason that ran parallel to his dangerous curiosity and kept him there. The faintest hints of a memory sat in the fog beyond his reach, with eyes so similar to those watching from the safety of obscurity; the ones he remembered felt much more gentle, though, almost welcoming. These ones he looked to now only seemed to want him to disappear. ›

    ❝ If an ulterior motive would help, though, I guess we can just chalk it up to me having quite the self-destructive curiosity. I always was equated to a cat, after all, so that phrase feels fitting. ❞ ‹ Both of the detective's hands would come to rest on his hips as his eyes left Simon's face to observe the sheets of rain that washed down the floor-to-ceiling windows like the relentless waves of an excited ocean. ›

    ❝ And, I guess because a part of me doesn't believe in those talks about your reputation. I won't push beyond what is willingly given though; this isn't some interrogation, or some desire to prove anything as a kind of gotchya or whatever. I'm just a weirdo who likes company similar to yours. ❞

as a matter of fact -- yes , he would find it strange . very strange , if not outright suspicious . athena would call it paranoia , and simon would be inclined to agree if he weren't so stubborn . as it stands , he prefers to consider it learning from his experiences . plenty of people are all too capable of hiding behind a smile that looks perfectly natural ; perfectly kind . plenty of people can state untruths with the same ease that they do facts .

or maybe he just has a particular thing about detectives now . aura , in all her cop - hating ways , would be proud .

" i would find it odd , yes . " simon can't help but push , wanting to prove himself right on any front -- that koda no longer remembers him , that this is some sort of elaborate set - up ... anything . " if you are aware of my reputation , then you are surely also aware that there are many more viable candidates for conversation about the office . if you chose me out of everyone , then i'm forced to assume you have an ulterior motive . "

[kodapi]

     ‹ ... His mind wasn't playing tricks on him, then. If it was, it was getting much more convincing about the hallucinations, because it seemed to practically predict that the young cub would speak of needing sustenance before a physical confirmation of that need materialized. Despite that, the immediate reaction to hearing those words was not fear, but an almost instant sense of urgency to find the cub something to eat — the notification he saw flash upon his phone's cover screen was just a reminder that he'd need to do so discretely. ›

     ‹ The way the cub drew closer in fear when a vehicle passed seemed to prompt the detective to shed his coat and bring it around to completely obscure the feline from view, and it created a nice little bubble of warmth from the slightly chilly winds that day to boot. Here Simba could dodge any eyes that may fall their way, the detective's powerful frame able to completely obscure him from the other side. The cub's comfort seemed to be the foremost priority in this moment. ›

    ❝ Of course. I can get some brought here; I have a friend who can help you. ❞

     ‹ As he brought his phone up and pressed upon the touch screen, he did feel a mild pang of realization that he looked a bit silly in the moment. Shuuji was crouched down talking to a lion cub that was talking back to him — he really needed to take a nap later after this. Still, he would at least raise his phone to his ear and begin to speak when the dial tone subsided and a woman's voice could be heard. ›

    ❝ Yui! ❞ ‹ Shuuji chimed up. The woman on the other side spoke for a moment, and he would respond. › ❝ I need a favor, and I promise there's a reason for it so ask your questions later, okay? Can you swing by my house and grab the wrapped steak flanks in my fridge and bring them to my location, on the double? Oh, and my large bottle of water, too. ❞

     ‹ Simba's keen ears likely would pick up that the woman asked if it was related to the "notification about the zoo animals." She also seemed to joke about "adopting more animals." ›

    ❝ Hey, like I said, I'll explain it when you get here. This one's a flamingo's tango, so keep that in mind. See you shortly. ❞ ‹ The phone would then be removed from his ear and flipped closed, tucked back into his front pants pocket as he offered a gloved hand down to the cub to sniff if he so chose. At the very least, it seemed that this human was not interested in returning Simba to where he had just escaped from, otherwise he would have already done so with those powerful-looking arms. ›

    ❝ In a few minutes, we'll get you something good to eat. What's your name, do you have one? ❞

cont. || @kodapi

Humans were complex creatures as the cub was beginning to find out. Some screamed when he passed for some bizarre reason and became fearful while others, like the one before him, seemed to marvel at his appearance. Of course, Simba did with this human too, what with their shiny arms and extra eyes. Curiosity began to take over, as the zoo escapee moved closer giving the human a quick sniff. "You sorta smell like..." A pause followed by a longer sniff. "Food."

A stomach rumble clearly indicated the little lion's hunger and while wandering around the streets of Tokyo. The Chiba Zoo had advertised a few new additions to their zoo containing exotic animals and in the process of switching the lion to his holding cell, the keypad and lock jammed. Long story short, Simba had escaped thanks to a technical error and was now out in the open again free to do whatever he pleased which was more than fine with him.

A cellphone news alert buzzed alerting the public that a few zoo animals escaped and to remain cautious if one was spotted. Basically, let the authorities handle things. Hearing a vibrating buzz, the cub's ears perked up before a car passed by suddenly causing Simba to huddle closer keeping an eye out for more. Dodging vehicles had been difficult which the lion had a few narrow escape attempts from so far. Gazing at the street with partially pinned ears and widened eyes, his gaze switched back to the human.

Compliments were good but words didn't exactly feed anyone. "Do you know where any food is around here?" Dumpsters were also hard to access, especially without any thumbs to actually open them. "I'm kinda hungry..."